Classic Poem

O Come, all ye sons of Adam; and raise
A song unto God. How lovely is praise.
Serve him, who reigns in his glory above,
And fills the wide earth with tokens of love.

His breath is your life, your reason a ray
Effus'd from his light to guide all your way.
Your sickness he heals, your wants he supplies,
And wipes away tears from the penitent's eyes.

Dash down your false gods of silver and gold,
Him worship who made earth and heav'n of old:
His son, his salvation thankful receive,
Your follies confess, obey him, and live.

O Father of men, in mercy command
Thy gospel to shine on all human land:
That far as the sun diffuses his beam,
Praise may ascend in Messiah's great name.